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The story of us might be ending soon

Summary:

An alternate jelly breakup scene

So I basically wrote a jelly breakup before s3 ep 8 came out and here it is

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(See the end of the work for notes.)

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The other shoe dropped. On the eve of our wedding. Belly had just told me that Conrad confessed to her last night. And she had given him a piece of her mind of course but.........it felt like all my worst fears that had been stirring inside me for a few weeks, heck, since Belly came back from the Christmas break, coming true. 

I guess it was better than being left on the altar, right? Or maybe this was just me looking for the brighter side in this fucked up story, in this fucked up ending. I felt like throwing up, bile rising up my throat and rushed to the bathroom. 

"Jere", Belly came up behind me, her hand rubbing my back in a soothing motion, another one in my hair. 

"Don't touch me", my voice was low but stern and Belly obliged but kept sitting next to me. 

"It's nothing, it doesn't matter, he doesn't matter." 

"Stop it, it's not nothing, it's everything. It's everything that you've always wanted, dreamt, pictured, isn't it Belly? Maybe not like this but in some way, it is, isn't it? Don't lie to me, Belly. Not today." 

Conrad begging her, grovelling for her ought to be one of Belly's fantasies and it had come true, I felt like throwing up again. Why now? Fate was a cruel joke. But it had (come true) and I can't face away from the fact, from the truth. The truth hurts, all of it hurts and I can never close my eyes to it. Upon receiving silence from Belly, I posed another question. 

"Why did you lie?" 

"What?" 

"About Christmas. You weren't alone." 

"Jere, I didn't lie. I....I was telling you but the reception went fuzzy......and then I thought maybe it was pointless to tell you. Nothing happened." 

"If there was nothing to hide, then you would've told me, Bells." 

"No, Jere that's not it." 

"But that is it, Bells. You still have feelings for him, a part of your heart still beats for him and the worst part is that he could probably hear it, see it too." My eyes were getting watery but I didn't care. All of her facial reactions were more painful than any slap could ever be. I would choose to experience the slap she gave me outside of my frat house a thousand times over this. 

"Jere, I love you. I chose you and I'm choosing you." 

"That's not enough, I'm all yours but you're not all mine. Won't be even after the wedding." 

"Jere...." She pleaded again with just my name as if saying it would change anything. It used to, I'm soft for her voice calling my name, uttering it with this emotion she only reserves for my name, it is my weakness, my kryptonite. But not tonight. I'm not getting distracted today, Bells has to see it for herself; that she's not ready for us, and maybe that this isn't the right idea; us getting married tomorrow and her living a lie all her life, I couldn't stand it. I would never want her to have to live a lie and the worst part is I feel she's been living it for some time and not telling me. 

"Bells....", my voice came out all groggy. 

She reached out and touched my cheek with her palm and it took everything in me not to lean into her touch and melt right then and there. She still had too much power over me, maybe that was the problem. Maybe it wasn't right to hand that much power over you to someone, to anyone but this was Bells.......my bestfriend, my girlfriend, my fiancée, my person, my soulmate, my family, my soon to be wife.......she was my everything. She was the centre of my universe but the light had been getting dim lately. 

"I love you. So much. All other feelings for anybody else dulls in comparison, Jere. Nobody, nobody has had my heart like you do. Nobody ever will." She confessed like it was true. It felt and sounded true and yet I had a hard time believing it. 

I averted my gaze and she willed me to look at her. She hadn't finished apparently. 

"Nobody occupies a bigger part of my heart than you do, Jere. Not my mom, not Steven, not dad, hell not even Taylor, least of all him." I both loved and hated that she wasn't saying the name of the him in the question. 

"And yet a crumb of his attention gets you spiralling, Bells. So how would this work? I think these 4 years were a fever dream because I can't tell how it worked so well. Maybe because you were away from him. The second he got an opening back in your life, your heart wavered. And it fucking hurts, Bells coz all these people could be throwing themselves at me but my heart can't beat for anyone else, even for a second, even a miniscule part of it." I spat out, my aching heart on my sleeve once again as usual, bleeding out in the open on this bathroom floor. 

"Everything we had was real, Jere. Everything we have is real, Jere. These 4 years were everything to me. I can't imagine a life without you." 

"Have you ever even pictured our wedding, Bells? Before the proposal?"  

"Jere, I just knew I wanted to be with you always and forever, wherever and in whichever way didn't matter." 

"So you haven't" I declared quietly like a court had passed & announced a judgement and had been adjourned. 

Upon another one of her silences, I spoke again, "Laur was right, Bells. You aren't ready, and you need to find yourself, we both do. Me too, not just you. I don't know who I am besides Isabel Conklin's......." I couldn't finish the sentence.....ex fiancé?? What was I to her now? 

"I'm yours, Jere, so yours. Please, we can come back from this. All isn't lost. We've come back from so much stuff, Jere. Please." She was holding my hand and begging and I felt pity for her. I hugged her. And then it was just us, me and her. We were just two people, two bestfriends in this world. The universe had condensed to just this moment, just this place, just us. 

And then she started sobbing and I did too. Her sobs were quiet and mine were loud, very fitting for us, I thought. We ended the same way we started; with a hug. But the smiles and laughter had been replaced with tears and sobbing sounds. It felt like a funeral. It was supposed to be our happiest day. We were supposed to be crying tears of joy not of sadness and yet here we were. Such a solemn ending to such a grand love story. It was four long years I know but the ending felt too soon for me. I have never had enough of Isabel Conklin and I don't think I ever could but that was the problem, and that was the reason

Notes:

I think we deserved one last jelly hug

I don't why but before the ep came out, I just had to give myself my own version of the jelly breakup
(kind of like how I wrote my own version of c0n's pov before his pov ep came out)